Columbia University College of Pharmacy - Apothekan Yearbook (New York, NY)

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ADMINISTRATION Although the administrative staff of the Columbia College of Pharmacy has seen many changes in the past several years, there is one thing that has not changed: the cheerful and cooperative attitude of the people in the office. Miss Eleanor Kerker, the ex-registrar and Miss Gertrude Hallinan, her successor, have both shown these traits. Who is not familiar with the amiable smile that Miss Anne Silverman, the Bursar, flashes upon us when we come in to pay our fees? We suspect that she learned her technique by watching the pharmaceutical process of extraction on the 5th floor. Catherine Miani has only two faults: she won ' t give out grades in advance, and she refuses to accept our help in mimeographing the exams; otherwise we think that she ' s just about tops. Mrs. Alice Almond, guardian of the switchboard and sundry other duties, has completely charmed us with her Boston- ian accent. Rounding out the office staff is Miss Mildred Ackerman whose pleasant dis- position fits into the general scheme of things. Mrs. Florence Wodicka, who presides over the library, has always been helpful and patient with us, especially when the more exuberent members of the class would raise a rumpus within the sacred confines of the library. We wish to express our thanks and ap- preciation to the staff for the many ways in which they have helped us throughout the years that we have spent at C.U.C.P. 21

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CLASS HISTDHY Early one September morn in 1941, about 45 assorted boys and girls boarded a sleek, new streamliner at the 68th Street Station, for a fast trip to Graduation. The scheduled running time was four years. Before the passengers had time to relax, the ticket agent, a flint-eyed person named Pritchard, was around to collect the fare. As they settled down to enjoy the trip, the group looked around and took stock of their fellow passengers. The studious looking fellow in the corner engrossed in a book was Stew Kaplan. The book that he seemed to be memorizing was The Art of Seduction in Sex Easy Les- sons. Next to Stew sat a big guy with his eyes bulging as he ran them rapidly over the pages of a Fantastic Story magazine. Art Borden ' s the name, he said, but Arty to my friends. The train was just beginning to roll out of the station, when a sleepy looking and somewhat breathless character dashed up and hopped on the rear platform. Paul Glazer, he gasped between breaths, I guess I ' m a little late. One little fellow kept pacing nervously up and down the aisle. He must have been afraid that he would never reach his destination for he kept looking out the window and asking everybody, Are we almost there yet. With a winsome smile, he introduced him- self, Mr. James J. Tobin. The Dapper Dan sitting near the window, who kept straight- ening his tie, had the monogram E. K. on his valise, but he introduced himself simply as Eddie. He soon struck up a conversation with the wavy-haired boy sitting next to him, Marty Margolis. The peace was shattered by a deafening roar from the platform that had all the ear- marks of a political discussion. Look, Berger, a stentorian voice bellowed out, I don ' t care how many . . . Take it easy Dinerman, counseled the youthful looking Harry Hill. Okay, Harry, he replied, then turning to a fellow adjusting his garters, What do you think. Herb? I think that if we don ' t quiet down, we ' ll wake Tabach over there, Herb Halpern replied, pointing to the chubby youngster peacefully sleeping with his head on his fist. Sitting next to the corpulent slumberer was a quiet fellow engrossed in a White Plains newspaper, who answered to the name of Al. No train trip is complete without a card game — nor was this one any exception. There were six passengers already aboard when the train pulled in at the 68th Street Station — Hank Greenberg, Sonny Kaner, Protopapas, Starkman, Saffer, and Maurice (Cugat) Zolkower. Hank lost no time in starting up a pinochle game with Max Wise and Rosy. It seemed the trip had no sooner started, when the train began to slow down and finally came to a stop at station No. 1942, to pick up more passengers. A wave of panic rippled through the car as the first of the passengers entered twirling two pistols, spurs aflashing. The crowd calmed down however, when they learned that Wild Bill Fink was just a drug store cowboy. Behind the cowboy, helping un- tangle him from his spurs was the grinning Ray Weinstein. For the first time, Maxim S. unglued his eyes from the cards, looked at the ankles passing by and let out a long low whistle. The handkerchief that she promptly drop- ped had Selma neatly embroidered in the corner. The two fellows hunting for seats were heatedly discussing baseball. Joe Naka- shian, zestfully chewing on a carrot, was gloating over Bright Boy Gottheim ' s mourn- ful recollections of the Dodger ' s debacle. Just as the newcomers were getting set- tled, three more fellows boarded the train and shook hands all around. George Coutros was the tall, slender, mournful look- ing chap. The boy with the new luggage and carefully waved hair was Harry Row- insky and the third member of the trio was Marty Gale. They explained that they had 23